The sight that caught my eye was a magnificently sculptured back of a well muscled man with a pair of my wife’s slender shapely stocking covered leg... wrapped around his waist, crossed at the ankles. The shoes on her feet were locked tightly together from ankle to toe. Her heels were pushed hard into his buttocks, her calf muscles taught and quivering as she used the pressure of her feet to force him into her. His buttocks were clenching and relaxing as though he was still cumming. After a few. ?The sound of my wife cumming on another man's cock was turning me on. ??It must have turned him on as well because I heard him moan and the spanking stopped and soon I heard my wife literally screaming. ?Over and over she cried out, "Yes, fuck this slut, Yes, fuck this slut." ?He replied, "That's it bitch. ?Tell your husband how good my dick feels." ?She was screaming it out, how she had never been fucked life this, that she loved his dick, that he was a real man, that she loved his cum in her. I want you to be happy, but I can’t just be on call whenever you feel you need me, not after last night. I won’t be able to stay in this house if I have to be near you and always wonder if you will want to be with me like that again. I’m afraid to even kiss your cheek because of what I may do.”John was right. I manipulated and used him to fill that empty spot in my life with little regard for the consequences. How could I have been so naive as to have thought that I would only have phone sex. .and they could see us! He slipped his mouth onto my nipples again and I forgot all about the people. While he sucked on my nipples he slipped his finger down to my pussy and slid a finger inside. My knees nearly gave way from the pleasure but he held me in place and slipped the g-string off. We did a few poses with me having to hold that beautiful cock to keep him from plunging it into my pussy a few times, but we made it. He then turned and bent me over the balcony so the people could see me.